The Technical World Magazine, Volume 17

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Page A FOLDING BUNGALOW | | PHEASANT FARMING By By ROBERT H .
MOULTON FORREST CRISSEY A charming description of a new sort of
residence At once adequate and entertaining Rv YELLOW CONTRABAND By
CHARLTON ...

Page 93 ... to reduce prices by collective buying through purchasing agents , warehousing
, etc . ; to insure purity and honest weight by a system of inspection under direct
control of the Clubs ; to provide a market for home food industries of the farm and
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Page 157 ... corn and other farm pro - While , as indicated above , varied exduce showed
periments have remarkable been successgrowth . For fully made with instance ,
musk large field melons planted crops , such as June eighth corn , wheat ripened
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Page 194 ... so nearly to true sign and exact value of the charge carplanes that the error is
nowhere more ried by the captured ion are known . FARMING FOR GUTTA
PERCHA By ROBERT FRANKLIN HE fable of 194 TECHNICAL WORLD
MAGAZINE.

Page 195 ... submarine cable welfare , just the same as if we had never insulations and
other similar and dissimsmiled in conscious superiority at the ilar necessities — is
almost gone , because FARMING FOR GUTTA PERCHA 197 A trifling little 25 ,.

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Page 440 - I do the very best I know how — the very best I can ; and I mean to keep doing so until the end. If the end brings me out all right, what is said against me won't amount to anything. If the end brings me out wrong, ten angels swearing I was right would make no difference.

Page 198 - Orpheus with his lute made trees, And the mountain tops that freeze, Bow themselves, when he did sing: To his music plants and flowers Ever sprung ; as sun and showers There had made a lasting spring. Every thing that heard him play, Even the billows of the sea, Hung their heads, and then lay by. In sweet music is such art, Killing care and grief of heart Fall asleep, or hearing, die.

Page 191 - SPRING, the sweet spring, is the year's pleasant king; Then blooms each thing, then maids dance in a ring, Cold doth not sting, the pretty birds do sing: Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo! The palm and may make country houses gay, Lambs frisk and play, the shepherds pipe all day, And we hear aye birds tune this merry lay: Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo!

Page 328 - No great thing is created suddenly, any more than a bunch of grapes or a fig. If you tell me that you desire a fig, I answer you, that there must be time. Let it first blossom, then bear fruit, then ripen.

Page 157 - Go to your work and be strong, halting not in your ways, Baulking the end half-won for an instant dole of praise. Stand to your work and be wise — certain of sword and pen, Who are neither children nor Gods, but men in a world of men ! THE FIRST CHANTEY.

Page 191 - Spring, the sweet Spring, is the year's pleasant king ; Then blooms each thing, then maids dance in a ring. Cold doth not sting, the pretty birds do sing. Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we. to-witta-woo ! The palm and May make country houses gay.

Page 337 - What are they moving the church for?" "Well, stranger, I'm the mayor of these diggin's, an' I'm fer law enforcement. We've got an ordinance what says no saloon shall be nearer than three hundred feet from a church. I give "em three days to move the church.

Page 454 - In such declarations all of the food substances used for coating should be mentioned. Any coloring matter or other substances that may be employed to change the tint of the rice should be declared on the label. The question of the wholesomeness of paraffin, talc, or other non-food substances used is to be construed in such a way as to protect the health of those most susceptible to their influences. Rice is a diet often prescribed for those suffering from impaired digestion. The use of paraffin in...

Page 213 - A colored man was brought before a police judge charged with stealing chickens. He pleaded guilty and received sentence, when the judge asked how it was he managed to lift those chickens right under the window of the owner's house when there was a dog in the yard. "Hit wouldn't be no use, jedge." said the man, "to try to 'splain dis thing to yo'. Ef you was to try it you like as not would get yer hide full of shot an get no chickens, nuther.

Page 99 - A somewhat unpatriotic little son of Italy, twelve years old, came to his teacher in the public school and asked if he could not have his name changed. "Why do you wish to change your name?" the teacher asked. "I want to be an American. I live in America now. I no longer want to be a Dago." "What American name would you like to have?" "I have it here," he said, handing the teacher a dirty scrap of paper on which was written — Patrick Dennis McCarty.